Intervention 1117 and 1118 Jumar

One of the other trolls went into the mountains while the rest allowed the Jumarians clean them up. Valti could not help but feel more sympathy for these trolls who are almost the last of their kind. Female Gnomes, and Female Zunia-Pucks plus a trainer went to the aid of the other Trolls. A troll with a large animal pelt for a shirt burst into tears. All Valti wanted to do was pat the troll on the shoulder to sooth it. That was when these trolls were taken to a hospital tent where they were bandaged up. Tusins ordered for her to scout ahead and check the area past where the trolls were. While her Captain and other commanders setup the rest of the defenses Valti set out. Taking two others with her Lieutenant Valti rode in an armored reconnaissance vehicle. On huge wheels and modified with tracks in case it was stuck in the mud, this ARV proved reliable in the field. Although it was large enough to hold a fire team of six the defenders needed as many troops on the front lines. Going at full speed would attract unwanted attention even if it was not the invading enemy. Jumarian Officers warned them of other factions and tribes being hostile towards outsiders.

Sitting the passenger's seat of the ARV Valti checked a map with all their allies marked down. Other than the ones who came there were more kingdoms, and city-states a little further in the mountains. Each one had roads cutting through the mountains. Among them were also hostile factions of tribes, and dwellings full of uncivilized beasts. Two races in particular the other Jumarians and neighbors did not trust were Troglodytes, and Gnolls. She did not know how many of these tribes, or other factions were neutral, friendly, allies, or hostiles aside from the ones they met. It was clear those factions who came saw the Nazdar invasion as a huge threat to them. Knowing this new state had 952, 353 personnel to fight already gave her some relief. Jumar's allies and neighbors sending a total of 28, 654 improved her concerns on how these people would fare. As for her own faction, the IGA sending 10, 241 personnel whether they were just crew members, pilots, soldiers, and officers it did not matter except for bolstering defenses. Wherever the large force of Uxane were they added more to the defenses. Their own Intervention Force 1118 that came down also increased the chances of holding off the invaders. She hoped they would not suffer the same fate as Syrianos, and

.Going through this path or road proved easy until the route brought them closer to the mountain slopes. In between the mountain ranges lay the landscape of a stretched out river valley. Flanked by scattered hills that lead to the slopes, and bases of the mountain ranges the landscape proved semi difficult to traverse. Valti passed a few of the factions the Jumarians mentioned. They also passed some sites of skirmishes. Just two of them caught their attention and blocked their path. On the very top of a hill that a stone road crossed lay hundreds of combatants of one from these skirmishes. Valti ordered the driver to stop so they could get a solid calculation of casualties. Getting out of the ARV she noticed there were a few settlements they did not see due their positioning, and the rocky hills that blocked them. A total of 280 Goblin Warriors, humanoids, Orcs, strange constructs, Elves, monsters, mercenaries, Reptile humanoids, and automaton constructs littered the hill. To their left rested a town encircled by hills whose citizens got a little curious. Two Strumpets, and eleven armed townspeople came up the hill via another road that crossed the one they drove on. Whoever these citizens were they more focused on a large furry wounded beast. Looking at the bodies closer Valti could tell this skirmish was recent. She went up to the citizens to find out more information.

One of the strumpets greeted them with a more serious tone. It was evident she was not happy nor in any mood to talk after witnessing this skirmish. She came on behalf of the town's Mayor who seemed to trust her a little too much. Just from looking at these townsfolk Valti surmised these people were part Gnome, Dwarf, Human, and Goblin mixed in. Standing at a height of four and five feet these mixed people hailed from Blightwood, a larger settlement further along the slopes. This town was more of a colony known as Curn's Fjord. Curn's Ford was thriving for the past few decades. She went straight to asking them about the army of trolls to which they replied yes to seeing. According to the memory of the trusted Strumpet one half of these casualties on this hill belonged to them, and the rest belonged to an invading faction. Valti warned her of more invaders coming this way. The strumpet expressed an urgency to go as her Mayor had a meeting about this skirmish towards dusk. Not pleased with the townsfolk's urgency to leave the battle ground Valti was forced to keep on their current course. While she rode in the passenger seat she kept a log on what occurred, and everything they came across. She estimated seven skirmishes occurred between the return of the Trolls and now. On the side of the rode and path a figure was roaming around another skirmish aftermath. She had the driver roll up to them out of curiosity and caution.

It was an elf dressed for a very long journey and extended hunt or something. His name was Gunnar Evenshot a Master Ranger with the equivalent rank to Brigadier-Colonel. This elf was a commanding officer of a Ranger Brigade of 1,872 that was to meet a larger force of 4,983 Warriors of a faction known as Bromer Rise. Most of his forces were already with that brigade whereas the rest were on their way. He was only scouting the area. Checking the interior she found a good seat for him. Offering him a ride Valti prayed he did not have far to go. The elf hesitated at first before getting in. Pressing onward the Intervention 1117 patrol made it to the site of the Trolls' attack. Valti hopped out of the vehicle to check things out. Just as the report said there was a large force camped out to the north of Jumar. Even the corpses of the trolls involved in the fighting remain unhurried. walking through the ruined campsites, carnage, and aftermath of the attack Valti made a few new discoveries. Among the dead were the crews of two tanks piled up, and thirteen pilots gunned down. On one of the bodies was an IGF log titled "For Intervention 1117". She picked it up and played it discovering Intervention 1118 taken thirteen aircraft and two tanks from the defeated collaborators. This invading force planned to attack Jumar from the north and the south. It's speaker, Major Teebs, mentioned her was from Cat Company that had been on many Intervention. Cat Company grew into a battalion dubbed Hellvetti Battalion. For weeks they had been on this planet making new contacts and allies. Their mission was to intercept sneak attacks. These 896 paratroopers even stockpiled weapons for the locals.

Pocketing the log Valti turned to Gunnar who crouched by a dead collaborator. He was ready to meet his unit since they were most likely wondering where he was. After she gathered up more logs on the enemy Valti and Gunnar reentered the vehicle. They sped off in the direction Gunnar pointed making their way to the base of a mountain. At the edge of the mountain rested another settlement of Elves where the Ranger Brigade had gathered. Here they dropped Gunnar off and returned to their own mission. Riding shotgun wasn't as bad despite the bumpiness, and rocking of the vehicle as it traversed the landscape. Valit kept her eyes on the path ahead of them and spotted what looked like a massive crowd moving. She had the driver stop. He stopped on a hill ready to turn around. Up ahead were thousands of figures heading this way. The ARV went in reverse then swerved around to face the way they had come. Eager to get out of the mob's sight they sped on the landscape. Not caring about how bumpy the ride was Valti urged their driver to keep on going even if they crashed into something. She quickly relayed a message to HQ shout in the mouth piece that the enemy was on the way. At the fastest speed the landscape would allow and the ARV was permitted Valti's scouting managed to make it back to the border only to crash into what looked to be a graveyard. One of the scouts had a fear of the dead, believing the dead would come back to life he started screaming. Buckled in his seat panic mode set in as the driver managed to get them out and drove westward.

Returning to the base at the front took nearly an hour. For a full hour the scared soldiers kept screaming. She was beginning to wonder if he was a raw recruit or one of those non combatant personnel. As they rolled into HQ of the northern border Valti up buckled and went over to slap the screaming man. She got out of the vehicle and walked up to the makeshift military command center. A large military tent pitched in front of an abandoned Dwarf Inn that was no longer in use. Here they found their commanding officer leading the Intervention forces, General Zin Addha. This General of the Intervention Forces was a Dark Elf who had twenty six years of commanding experience, and over one hundred years of service in the field. Around her were other high ranking commanders, and officers along with Captain Tusins. Valti gave a salute and handed over whatever she found on her scouting mission. Zin Addha requested she brief her in on the situation out there. She informed the General about everything before being dismissed.

It took two or more days for the collaborators to reach them by foot. Behind them were the hired mercenaries, and the invaders themselves. From the looks of these forces they were only under half a million strong. This was only at the northern front. No one doubted the enemy had another force pushing towards the southern border. Inside her own thoughts Valti wondered how many waves the enemy would throw at them. She crouched down on one knee behind a short wall of sandbags. Flour sacks filled with dirt and rocks were also mixed in. All pilots and crews prepared to launch at the first order from their commanders. A flare shot out from one of the battleship that hovered above. It went off signalling the enemy was here. Whatever artillery they had opened fire on the oncoming enemy. Aircraft flew over them to release bombs, and bursts of fire on the oncoming enemy. The enemy still pressed on the very next day. All their aircraft went to support the southern front leaving them without air support until tomorrow. When the enemy came into view over the hills Jumar's northern defenders opened fire. Picking off enemy combatants was a walk in the park on the second day. Suppressing fire, machine gun fire, snipers, artillery, and a good viewpoint halted the enemy. Casualties mounted on the first attempt to overrun their defenses. Valti looked up at the battle ship witnessing a turret on its belly turn to bombard the enemy below. That was when she was shot in the shoulder. Lieutenant Valti fell on her back watching the turret open fire and her squad and fellow Intervention Forces put pressure on the enemy. Being hit in the shoulder took her out of the battle. Medics rushed over with a stretcher and pulled her out of the action.

Jumar Flag

Wedged in between two mountain ranges Jumar is bordered by Khet, Norvath, Virkmoth, and other factions in the mountains. Also known as the Jumarian Confederation it has become the homeland to Gnomes, Goblins, Dwarfs, and Zunia-Pucks who have unified. This state has yet to include more factions and annex other parts of the mountains, which the Nazdar invaders have unable to climb successfully. 

Intervention # 554 "Dotov Moon IV"

Pieces of her own armor fell off as she slithered through the rubble in the war torn sector. Her own scaly skin was starting to get torn from the constant movement. Not good for a Lamia-Snake. On some other planet Lamia was also a female upper body with legs of a lion. Another letter in their name would correct that mistake in identity. Wielding her weapon she looked around the rubble, and ruin that was once Golden Haven District of Galahan City, Tianyan. According to the reports this city was home to reptilian humanoids who served a group of larger beings who shifted their sizes. Messeilla had zero time to think about that. For this entire moon was overrun and destroyed by the Hordes of Chaos whose various mutations and spawn wanted to lay waste to the worlds they took. Once it has been their's for ten years then reconstruction and reforming begins in their own image.

A force of 6,530 Lamia Soldiers, 8,400 Cycloptic Humanoids, 4,200 Free Oni, and 9,600 Omelano (beige pink skins) infantry landed in a hornet's nest. The Locals fought off a third wave of monsters and spawn by the time they arrived. When their force came down on a base the fourth attack was about to begin. Due to the ferocity of the third battle the defenders had to spread out into smaller armies. All over the planet entire battalions and divisions of Tattooed Humans, Elves, Lizard people, Goblins, Hybrids, Draconic Humanoids, Troglodytes, and Emperials(winged humanoids).  By the time her Intervention Forces reached a fourth group of resistance their commanders had them split up. It put a bad taste in Messaila' mouth and a bad feeling in the pit of her Lamian stomach. She leaned against a wall curling her tail. Her team were still waiting for her to signal it was clear to race over to her current position. Getting ready to relax was the last thing Lamian Red-Knife Leader Major Messaila should do. She still had fifty members of Red Knife Company. It started out as 250 then went down to just fifty of them plus her, the Leader. Out of the 28, 730 Intervention forces who came to Dotov IV's moon Tianyan a brigade's worth of them remained operating on the surface. A total casualty count included 15,244 killed in action, and 7,063 wounded leaving 6,423. Statistics on how many the defenders had were lost. As for the invaders' numbers must have been at least 757,610,336 to 850,000,000. Extra forces came in behind the first wave bringing in one billion on to this Dragon Ruled Moon. Under the reign of their Dragon Masters 760,672,081 Dotovians fought their hearts out to protect their home.

Messaila observed the results of the invasions and wondered what the Dragon Masters would do once this was over. They had the pleasure of meeting the twenty-seven Luungs, Yongs, Imoogi's, Stone Dragons, and Metallic Dragons who acted as the Dragon Oligarchy of the Moon Dotov IV. Seeing Dotov IV in ruin made her wonder where all the Dragon Masters hid. Many of them were sure to be underground or hiding in caves, and larger ruins. Other than the Oligarchical members other Dragons resided on the Moon. Frost Dragons, Civilized Knuckers of the Rivers, Ampitheres who took charge of the temples, Guardian Wyverns, Firebird Dragons, Earth Dragons, Sea Dragons, Blue Dragons, Red Dragons of War, Green Dragons, and the dreaded Black Dragons who often went rogue on the Dragon Oligarchy. Those Dragons concerned her the most given how powerful they are. This moon had at most 29,660 -32,000 Dragons total. Every five to six years a female Dragon breeds with a male Dragon. That results in her laying eggs, which were to be taken care of by the Dragon's servants, slaves, and followers. Her actual mission was to collect the eggs of the most important Dragons. She had a long conversation with a Copper Dragon then another with the highest of Intelligent Dragons the Mighty Luung Julong who asked her to find at most 16 Dragon eggs or all the eggs that got left behind for some reason. Messailla blushed thinking of the Luung making love to her as he shrank down to her size.

All fifty members of her unit reached her and hunkered down inside the building she hose. It had enough room, which was nice for a change. Any building big enough to hold fifty or more was a welcoming sight for them. Other buildings made the space feel cramp and they had to occupy another building. Her Captain (second in command) and their Lieutenant approached her. She had just been promoted to Major last week after the death of their Oni Commanding Officer. Some of their own troops spotted hostiles north west and to the east of their positions. Those were the only hostile units they spotted in their area. Messaila did not like this one bit. More hostiles meant more fighting, and more fighting meant enemy reinforcements. She ordered one of them to check the area for any I.G.A. units in the area. Attacking an enemy position with zero knowledge of their strength was foolishly suicidal. For years she witnessed assaults on enemy positions that resulted in massacres and the loss of entire units. Red Knife Company started out with a full unit of three hundred sixty seven. After months of fighting here just 12 Lamia, including herself, 10 Oni soldiers, 3 cycloptic humanoids, and 25 Omelano's made up the remaining company of Red Knife.

Involved in twenty Interventions Major Messailla fought many battles, presumed dead twice, and wounded dozens of times. Proving herself as a leader was a breeze for her, but it was never an easy task considering the history behind each race and world. Oni fought various, races, the Omelano were persecuted at times then wrought about some genocides centuries ago. As for the Lamia their race were feared, hunted down from time to time, and banned from some planets. In her head he surmised how all factions that made up the I.G.A. were at war with one another at some point. As heart wrenching, and heartbreaking as those facts were it happened. There was no going back in time to stop the fighting. As depressing as that was for her own people to experience all that she had to put that in the past. She looked up to see her Captain, an Oni called Vazar informed her of three Intervention units not too far from their position. Wherever there were intervention forces there were also resistance and the Mutant Organization Forces not too far away. He got in contact with an Omelano Captain of Orange Blade Company. Their own Major, an Oni was badly wounded, leaving
116 Intervention troops without an able Major. Another Intervention Company code named Blue Bardiche had fought over some temples. They managed to survive with 157 remaining in their unit. Among them was a Lizard Fighter who sustained hits all over yet still breathed. As for the third one they took over a palace after enduring constant harassment with 93 left. Green Mace was their company name full of Oni.

Major Messeila divided her troops in half, twenty five stayed put, twenty five went on the offensive. She managed to encourage the Omelano to attack an enemy force closest to them. Captain Paigus took charge of his company offering to send a platoon to help her. One of the working scanners in the region found at least 7 units completely or mostly depleted. As she listened to the statistics in the size of each unit she recalled how this mutant force was organized. Each race or species had their own units. There were no mixed units. Depending on the race each unit had either a battalion, brigade, division or corps worth of troops and warriors. In this mutant invasion she recalled thirty different factions, races, and mutant types made up this invasion force. Fortunate for them most the larger units were elsewhere on the moon, scattered, separated from each other, because of the heavy fighting. Seven enemy units hunkered down in the same areas. Right as she was about to get the size of each unit a pair of Sharkmos, shark humanoids came up to their hiding spot. Clad in their uniforms the pair looked more like killer whales on legs with sharper teeth. The name must have been comical to those who first heard the name. Any raw recruit or rookie would learn quickly how fierce they really are. Neither humanoid noticed the fifty one Interventions forces because of the dark shadow of the cover that was once a second or first floor of a building.

Messeilla grabbed one of them by the leg with her tail and pulled it down. She crippled the shark humanoid with a flick of her tail smashing it against the rubble as hard she could. Three knives hit the second one before it even knew what happened. The Lamia Major pulled the injured humanoid to her so she could beat it to death with a large piece of rubble. Now there were only six units left to deal with. Without thinking she sent the twenty five members of her company to attack the target. Their intended target, which they shared with Orange Blade Company was a unit of 165 Vilespawn. She did not get to witness her unit move on the enemy through a hole in the wall like she planned. Another hostile unit of 34 Foulspawns, backed by a unit of wretched followers of the spawn. Twenty five members of Red Knife Company opened fire on the attacking enemy. No casualties were suffered in this engagement. At the edge of their cover lay the units of Foulspawn and their wretched looking followers. Messailla could hear the other engagement behind her. It did not last more than a few minutes as the shooting died down. Taking a chance to secure the next position they just cleared Messailla ordered her unit out. In a quickened pace she had her unit raced through the ruins to their comrades' and Orange Blade's position. Just a few were taken out compared to the entire unit of 165 Vilespawn how appeared more like mutated Goblinoid Gargoyles with no ears. Reuniting the rest of her company with the twenty two others Messeilla combined forces with Orange Blade Company. The position they had cleared appeared to be a crater from artillery connected to others formed by bombs, and a destroyed sewer line. A trench lead inside a structure that appeared abandoned.

Whatever building this was before the invasion it appeared large enough to hold a battalion. The Lamia looked around seeing the ruins around them gave some cover to whatever else was out there. Out of this structure exited a unit of 62 Pendairns, another unit of mutants that looked more like blue flat faced bat with huge ears. Both forces caught each other off guard. Fortunately none of the Pendairns had their weapons, nasty Gilded Hand Zappers that had ten plasma rounds. Making quick work of taking them out the two Companies rushed inside to discover 500 crew members of a crashed hip held captive and tied up along the walls. They searched the structure after freeing the prisoners. Messailla moved through the halls and found a room holding what looked like Dragon eggs. Knowing her mission Messailla gathered up the eggs counting nineteen of them. She carefully placed each one in a duffel bag stuffed with blankets and towels.

Vygog Crossroads

From her own tent concubine, dancer, acrobat, and songstress Azima Granuul the Glamorous Wandering Healer could see an event unfold before her own eyes. On the Vygog Crossroads her caravan of entertainers, healers, actors, jugglers, companions, dancers, acrobats, brawlers and fortune teller were getting harassed. She could not help them at the moment as she was busy with another customer on all fours. Outside her main tent she witnessed sixteen Gantronese Gantron slave soldiers pocking their noises into her business. It scared customers, and attendees away from their camp circus. They came with six Uxane Maibaw Brutes, 14 gunslingers, a rider from Rhes Tarim. She recognized the Maibaw with their tribal hair styles consisting of beads and bones in the braids. Some wore decorative shawls from other tribes over linen shirts, and hide trousers. Others wore a tunic over pants, and the shawl with pieces of military uniforms. As for the gunslingers it was a mishmash of different styles that could not identify their origins. However a few were Elvish, and some had darker skin tones. The rider was donned in the typical Rhes Tarim outfit. Blue-Red Silk Tunic, kilt looking Ghazag with red lining and stripe. Over the outfit he was lightly armored with scaled chest plate. A head wrap in place of his helmet covered his head. At this Ghazag's side rested a Zema Ilam Scimitar with the guarded handle. Behind him five white Lengerian Nova rifles in the traditional garb of native ponchos over a plaid work shirt. Although many of their Novan peoples are yellow, brown, dark brown, and dark skinned in terms of complexion these Lengerians had a lighter skinned complexion.

During the hours of the moon is when they operate. Lengerians remain indoors until it is dark, cloudy, or whenever there is a war. Other times these white rifles come out when someone hires them. Six Black Hadorasian riflemen covered in all black appeared into her view. She opened the tent flap a little while her customer-client kept at it. It was not long before five of the red hatted Amkhans she hired to protect her circus came into view. As good as they were at keeping the peace, laying low many drunks, ruffians, disgruntled attendees, and thieves, they were a little stubborn and myopic. While her customer finished, she watched a brawl begin between the harassers, and her Amkhans. Before more blows were exchanged the Gantrons draw out knives, and pistols. Every Amkhan was killed with either a few bullets, or a stab to the throat. Screams, and panic spread all over the the camps. More of her bodyguards were killed in the encounter with these new arrivals. Six Black Hadorassian riflemen began firing into the panicked crowds. Azima got up knocking the client down. She grabbed the nearest dagger hanging in her tent. Half-naked the Camp Leader charged the attackers. One of them saw her and shot her in the leg. Azima collapsed to the ground. Throwing the dagger like a rock she nailed the Hadorassian in the stomach. His own companions soon turned on her ready to pounce or shoot. She did not which option they would choose. As a woman she expected these low life scum to punish her in many ways for hours on end. Azima gripped her leg in pain watching the blood flow from the right thigh.

One of the Hadorassians grinned and approached her while undoing his trousers. His grin disappeared when three bullets hit him in the chest. The others aimed their weapons at whoever fired those shots. Someone had come in the nick of time to put an end to this little abuse on her people and customers. Curiosity gripped her causing Azima to turn her head to the right and left in search of the interference. A band of armed figures came into view from within the tents and the jungle brush. Seven rebels, and thirteen mercenaries followed by five short wide brims, another name for old sages, came into her view. Two of them helped her up and carried her back inside the tent. Her customer, some wealthy singer who had been blessed by the gods of intercourse cowered in the corner. Angry Azima threw something at him calling him a useless coward. One of the larger mercenaries pulled her back a little. She faced him and caught sight of a strange purple mark on his forehead that looked more like a scar.

Azima, her saviors, and the cowardly singer client were in the safety of her tent while the skirmish dragged on. She could see their attackers retreating through the tent entrance while the sages bandaged her leg up. Whoever those men were it was clear they wanted to take control. It was by the use of muscle and hired guns in order to threaten people into their will. Azima looked at the purple scared figure who informed her of what was going on. Hadoras, Nova, Rhes Tarim, and Mulzan joined some Grand Empire that sought to conquer their world. This was just a taste of the abusive power these Gantronese would unleash upon the people in order to bend them to their will and laws.

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Intervention Force #1117 Jumar

Lieutenant Valti kept thinking about this certain moon the locals called Samek, which was not too different than the main planet. It was completely covered in forests, rivers, lakes, and a few seas. Her sister moons Mikka, and Miburta had similarities to the main planet. Mikka sat covered in forests, vast fields, foothills, and rivers. Miburta was mainly covered in water with islets, rock formations, and scattered islands all over her surface. None of those moons were their destination. On this planet of Calorn sits a nation between two mountain ranges known as Jumar. It is home to Gnomes, Dwarves, Goblins, and Zunia Pucks. Every one of these races emerged as a mountain community and thrived over the millennia in the Jumar regions. Some forged confederacies, others multiple kingdoms, and others a small empire. This kingdom wedged between two mountain ranges was being surrounded by the Nazdar Invaders.

Her own faction chose to step in ever since this planet had off world visitors try claiming lands as their own empires or realms. The Nazdar and Gantronese were the most successful due to numbers, technology, and strategy. Many of these nations, and kingdoms managed to hold them off with their own technology. Whereas others joined the invaders for protection, and dominance over a neighbor under the banners of one of these invaders. Other invading factions sided with the Nazdar and Gantronese. She looked down at a photograph of two twin mountains called Ipsul's Peaks. A reference to her heart and chest. Something Valti's friend back home would loath the most. Sure her features were desirable yet that never meant her friend wanted that kind of attention.

Lieutenant Valti took her eyes off the moons and the large planet to see their fleet heading towards the system. Under the command of IGA Admiral Vornetz a fleet of 72 Space Cruisers, Missile Frigates, Spearheads, Galactic Swords and various other types. All these ships did have a squadron of fifteen fighters in their own hangars. However, the fleet was covered by 182 random star fighters of the IGA Aerial Fighters Branch. The large vessel she was on made that fleet into 73 ships plus the fighters in her hangar numbered twenty-eight. Moving slowly the Red Behemoth carried 2,335 Soldiers including her own unit of Rangers. Just 75 Rangers were on board ready to go down and halt this invasion of a small nation. Among their fleet were two other ships who were to provide support for the defenses. Admiral Vornetz had his own mission, to combat the Gantronese fleet on another planet near Calorn where 7 Dragons reigned. She hoped they were not fighting dragons.

Her Commanding Officer, Captain Tisuns summoned her over to the briefing. She joined 2, 410 others for the briefing. Their contacts on the planet included 13 rebels who turned against the Nazdar, and a team of 14 former Gantron servants and ex-Grevaskii (Slave Soldiers) made an alliance with the state of Jumar. According to their reports from space Pirates who sided with them this state of Jumar had numerous allies. They were also working alongside turncoats who aimed to stall the Nazdar conquest. She did not know what was in store for her or her unit except for defending a whole nation that had not fallen to Nazdar rule. When the briefing was over every member involved in the intervention raced over their transports as the fleet came under bombardment. Valti sat down in the Ranger's transport and closed her eyes praying they would make it down. She also hoped these locals proved their boasted worth. Inside the transport none of them knew what happened nor could they see what happened. All they heard were the babbling, yelling, and screaming over the intercoms between pilots. A lot of bumps could be felt from the Nazdar Guns. It lasted for a while until they felt their transports enter the atmosphere.

Once she felt them land only then did she open her eyes again. Taking a deep sigh of relief Valti got out of her seat. Captain Tisuns ordered for them to prepare to meet the locals. Every member of her unit followed orders and waited for the transport's boarding ramp to lower itself. Knowing they had 2,335 Interventions Soldiers Valti pondered how many troops the locals were deploying for this defense. Bringing a variety in terms of races the contacts did have 13 rebels, and 14 former servants to the invaders. As for them they had white skinned humanoids, reddish humans, and blue skins. That did not matter right now since they had an Intervention to complete. It had to go well, or the invaders would have another state to control. Valti checked her own watch hoping the Jumarian Leaders and High Command were meeting them here. As the ramp came down on each lander the new arrivals were greeted by millions of happy Jumarians. Gnomes, Goblins, Dwarves, and Zunia Pucks welcomed the new arrivals. Even the pilots were greeted by these smaller beings.

Intervention Force 1117 were taken to the Leaders of the northern and southern defenses along the base of a mountain. They were ordered to leave their gear with the people who were in the middle of constructing defenses along Jumar's borders. At the northern headquarters they were greeted by five high ranking commanders of the Jumarian Military. With them were the leaders of the rebels and former collaborators. Next to these ex-collaborators was a leader of turncoats who brought with her 934 troops, 15 artillery teams, and to the very dismay of Valti an effing war dragon. She almost fainted, but kept herself together. The Nazdar, their Grevaskii, slave-solders, allies, and other collaborators planned to attack from the north first then from the south. Jumar was a new state inhabited by some 31, 364, 096 Gnomes, Dwarfs, Goblins, and Zunia Pucks. These four races just came together as one nation with a few Goblin Chieftains, a Goblin King, Dwarf Kings of other mountains, backed by Dwarf Clans, Elected Gnome Officials, and Zunia-Puck Elders who are often voted in or out of office. For twenty-eight years these four races managed to pull off some sort of Oligarchy mixed with a Constitutional Monarchy, and a Republic. The Kings would remain in their seats, and work with the Chieftains, Elders and elected officials. A quartet of each race or kingdom were selected to represent the Jumarian State. This made many of the arrivals' heads spin.

Aside from the 13 rebels, and 14 ex collaborators these defenders had one anti-infantry car, 239 gunslingers they hired, and 934 turncoats who brought 15 artillery pieces manned by 4 man teams, and a war dragon. How they managed to capture that dragon was beyond Valti's comprehension. Intervention Forces 1117 brought 2410 troopers, soldiers, Rangers, two ships, which were a Goddess Class Carrier, and a Kentrosaurus Class Battleship. Captained by Luvris Wartaker the Battles ship, Galactic Dame provided 500 troopers, 1, 936 personnel and 37 turrets. It also brought 27 aircraft on board of which they brought 27 more fighters and a carrier of 134 aircraft or fighters. That carrier gave them 5, 041 personnel, and 300 able bodied pilots who would be conscripted to join the battle. All areal fighters would provide air support and protection to all ground forces.  This carrier also worked like a factory and repair shop for aircraft. It was loaded with enough parts to make more fighters.

On the ground their defenses would involve the Intervention forces, the ex-collaborators, some 915 pirates who also brought their own ships to defend the southern border. Jumar's borders would be protected by Gnomes, Dwarves, and the Goblins while the Zunia Pucks acted as a Peace Keeping Police Force to keep everyone as calm as they can. Jumar has 43, 590 Gnomish Troops, 265 artillery pieces with a 4-man team (1,060 personnel), 4,500 Dwarfs of Jumar, 82, 000 battle ready Goblins who split that force to protect both borders, and allies to help defend the north. For allies these Jumarians managed to rally 109 Uxane renegades, and warriors, 161 Forsythan Warriors, who arrived with 89 Elf Bowmen, and Warriors. Neighboring mountains, and factions also sent aid to held protect Jumar as it was a crossroads to other communities all over the mountains. Some 65 Serpent Knights from a neighboring mountain arrive to help. A Dwarf Mountain Kingdom sends 1,155 Fighters, and Crossbowmen each armed with a firearm they crafted. To Valti's surprise a faction of Elves were Mountain Elves who sent 240 Rangers, Bowmen, and Soldiers to help the Jumarians. Other outsiders marched from the deepest parts of the mountains including a unit of 106 winged warriors from Syrianos, a country that fell to the Nazdar Invaders. These winged warriors were no doubt a resistance group from the mountain ranges.

Valti sat in the command center of the northern front listening to her superior who was being informed by one of the Goblin High Commanders. She informed the alien superior about their southern front. Just 42 artillery pieces manned by 168 personnel guarded the front with 41, 000 Goblins. With the Goblins were 10, 000 Gnomish troops, and 13, 755 Dwarfs of Jumar and a neighboring Dwarf Kingdom. Close to their borders another Goblin Faction sent 20, 976 to help protect the southwest, whereas 1,134 militiamen from a human mountain city-state next to them came down. Among these allies were more warriors, and fighters coming to help defend the Jumarian roads, and passes. From an eastern mountain 123 Draconic warriors join the defenses, some Human Wolf Clan send 465 members with 17 Berserkers. From the Norvath portion of the mountain ranges 138 Mountain Monks come to aid them with 152 Tattooed warriors who take up the call, and 185 Heavy Norvath Blades sent by the Masters and Elders. Other Mountain Factions sent reinforcements to bolster and strengthen the defense of the crossroads. From one Peak among the mountains came 160 Mountain Viragos (female Warriors) armed with all sorts of weaponry other than modern. One war-band's worth of 200 Barbarians came to aid Jumar from all over the mountain ranges. They had fought plenty of slavers and knew the Nazdar plans from the world.

While Valti checked the factions list an earlier expedition concocted, the Goblin went on about the other factions. Apparently, there was a Nomadic group called the Nomadic Arcane Wives who sent 50 powerful Battle Mages and Warlocks. Two other factions included 1,515 wolf men hybrids called Ocris, and an Ape Humanoid community who sent 74 warriors after a vote was made. When their briefing was over, she got to meet these allies at the front. These Ocris scared her and some Intervention troops as they resembled werewolves a little too much. As for the Apes they looked more like large Primates. She never fussed about her own features yet looking at the female Arcane users she almost felt invisible to the rest of her male brethren. She did not view these Jumarians as abusive or oppressive until she saw hundreds of trolls come to the front in chains, shackles, and weights. The moment she was about to protest to her superiors 240 trolls were armored and sent in to test the enemy forces. In their barracks near the entrenched positions, she read these Jumarians had 108, 457 Dwarfs in reserves, 263, 844 Gnomish Troops in reserves, and 436, 836 Goblin Warriors and Soldiers in reserves. For a population of over thirty-one million people that should be enough to hold these borders. However, she did not know total strength of the invaders. While they waited, they received 1,192 green recruits, and 874 mess ups to add more to the ranks. She found it humorous and gladly took them as raw recruits.

Several days passed and the armored trolls returned to the Jumarian borders. Although they belonged to a different faction these trolls chose to aid them while the rest wanted nothing to do with warfare. Out of the 240 Armored Trolls sent out six returned with some news. All six of them looked bloodied, bruised, tired, depleted of life, and had little to no armor. Most of the armor they wore had been destroyed by bullets, and heavier weapons. The company of Trolls came across a force of 15,502 collaborators who had various weapons, a single tank, a large hairy beast of a warrior, 3 powerful witches, and 7 Goblin Guides setting up a base near the slopes of a forward peak. Among them were 13 mercenary fighters the Nazdar brought. Although the heavily armed trolls killed many of the invaders' collaborators and destroyed some vehicles they were still beaten back. Through their eyes it became a massacre leaving six trolls alive. According to one troll with the best memory some division of Uxane warriors operating in the northern mountains came down the slopes. It was when the Trolls were down to just seven when these Uxane struck, ambushing another division of Khet, and Votheen collaborators. A Zunia Puck read the troll's mind reporting to Valti's commanders about 12, 156 Native Warriors prowling and lurking along the Nazdar Empire's mountain borders. From the way she described the brutish warrior's memory most of these native warriors harassed, killed or maimed the enemy invader whenever they were on a raid. All the weapons were taken from the dead bodies along with any needed supplies or loot.

Just looking at the state of these trolls force pity into her. Her heart dropped into her stomach. She felt sorrier for those big souls than anything. One of them burst into tears when he was done giving his report. The Goblins, and Dwarfs dismissed them allowing the six trolls to return home. When she was informed of what else these Trolls saw she was taken aback. Vornetz said nothing about some rogue fighters of the IGA acting on their own accord. Valti turned to Tusins who then asked the Captain of the fighter pilots giving them air support. Not even they knew about Intervention 1118 that was sent underneath their noses.

Happy Valentine's Day

This is my cat Reese. I am currently single on this Valentine's Day, but I don't know if I will be single next Valentine's Day. 

In the Sewers

No thanks to the Gantronese Invaders all sorts of alien creatures and monsters poured into the territories they occupied. Along the southern coasts of Hadoras rested a city known as Ashan Thalore suffered an intrusive invasion by these alien creatures. The Gantronese offered to keep these "allies" of their's under control in exchange for any information on other humanoids who landed here. It came to no surprise to Scholar and Master of the Eastern Sector Glanr Zalim-al Chetti the Gantronese wanted intelligence on other humanoids from other worlds. Yet it did surprise him how they called for fewer troops from them. Due to his status, and rank within the city he learned the true reasons behind Hadoras joining this Grand Empire. To the north rested Kyria, and Kharmalla who fell to the Nazdar. For Orcs, Half-Orcs, Goblins, and Humans in one area to fall like that made one shudder. Who knew what type of threat they would pose with alien weapons and unity on their side. Hadoras' ruling Sagecons chose to join these Gantronese for protection. That did not bode well with their Chieftains, Viziers, and Mages.  Calling themselves "friends" to the Gantronese sounded more like slave to Glanr's eyes and ears. As he went through the organized shelf of bamboo scrolls someone entered his office-study. Glanr expected more than one visitor once or twice a week. He had his own Apprentice Tennuu Algahd Chetti Sah to mind the door way at times. Tennu is a youth of about eleven he adopted from the Unknown Lands near Mulzan. He had two other apprentices a Zema Ilam girl who appears to becoming a powerful Mage, and a young eunuch whose body was shaven and kept from growing hair. The Zema Ilam girl had an older female companion he impregnated recently. Although he was married he was allowed to have such luxuries. As for the bald boy he wanted to mold him into becoming a battle mage.

"Do you believe or suppose Bolith, and Novaris would join this Grand Empire like Hadoras did?" a familiar voice spoke from the doorway. Glanr turned his head to see a tall, strong, Forsythan Woman he usually hired as a bodyguard or hired help as he called it. She either went on quests, errands, intimidation checks with dead beats, and trained little Ikka the bald boy in combat.

"Ingrid Kyziir the Forsythan Inquisitor and Guild Master? I thought you gave up on killing evil monstrosities?" Glanr greeted her with a sarcastic tone to show he was please to see her again.

"Legions of the Badger needed a second Guild Master who showed the ropes to raw recruits. I see you are still dabbling in the dark magical realms, and ancient occultist practices." She pointed out taking a seat on a stool with a dark magic text on a tall book stand, he was copying.

"You know me I am a Scholar and a _"

"A mage." she finished for him.

"Yes that is true, however I am not going to take over the whole world. The Gantronese and their Nazdar counter parts have seen to that!" Glanr tried to keep his voice low enough to avoid unwanted attention.

"No one is accusing you of that! Besides the invaders sorry, the new arrivals of Calorn, are making deals with an ancient enemy of the very people I belong to. So what is this about a contact of yours going missing?" Ingrid folded her arms letting a long black braided hair drape over her right arm.

"I know Ingrid. You see for the past several months I keep losing agents, adventurers, scavengers, and rogues near the sewers along the waterfront. Could you go to these sewers and find out what has happened to them?" Glanr explained to Ingrid what happened, but not why he sent them down there.

"So why did you bother sending what like twenty souls you paid to go down there? Was it for some artifact you could have picked up yourself?" Ingrid asked him curious as to what he wanted down there in the first place.

"Something like that, look Ingrid I am a Scholar now!" Glanr snapped at her holding up a finger in a warning position.

"Artifacts keep evading the mighty Chetti the War Mage. You were known to the Guilds' enemies as Death's Tongue. During the last battle with the Greenheart Cults scores of those plant humping fools died by your hand. Oh, I see you are teaching three pupils to create your own sect of the Arcane Guilds." She said looking at him.

"New members of the Guild not a new sect. I intend to introduce each one to the Guilds." Glanr said with a grin on his face.

"Okay I will see to it then." Ingrid accepted his request to find out that happened to his people and kill whatever was responsible.

She left he Mage's home with a bow to him and a pat on Tennu's head. Her own apprentices stood outside waiting in the shade of the front porch. One apprentice was known as Arnier Gorig Sundagger. A lad of sixteen years of age, Arnier's parents died when he was a toddler. Both his parents being an Elf, and Estati (hybrid mix between Elf and Forsythan), which his elf ears, and marking on his neck show. Next to him was a young adult female dark elf with a hood over her white hair. Endril Curzo wore the long poncho with the hood over the usual tunic and rogue-duelist outfit. Each apprentice showed promise yet both had their flaws. Endril was nimble, quick and light in her motions, yet arrogant and boastful. Arnier was strong, smart, and skilled with every weapon in an arsenal. However he was a bit myopic, showing lack of foresight and narrow view of things.

"Alright you two come with me to the waterfront sewers." Ingrid told them with a lesson in mind for them.

"To the wastes of this city?" Endril protested, but knew her master gave her no option. She was Ingrid's apprentice, pupil, and student. Ingrid acted as a contractor for the Guild along with other members. She was training two younger recruits and children of the deceased members. A sharp look and disciplining eyes forced her arrogance back to the back of her thoughts.

"Yes Master." Endril said removing any protests from her thought process.

"What are we going after, trolls?" Arnier asked Ingrid eager to fight something. She could have sworn Arnier would probably kill a whole nest of creatures by mistake if let loose and no supervision.

"We do not know yet. All I have gathered is that Mage Glanr sent some people to retrieve an artifact and none of them came back." Ingrid replied to him. She tousled his head even though it was covered by a brimless cap.

Without a single word Ingrid Kyziir led her two apprentices through the lower streets of Ashan Thalore. As a trio they stuck together because the last city they were in nearly resulted in a companion getting abducted and held captive. It took all three of them with aid from Gantron servant soldiers to rescue her. Izra Darek, an Actress, and famous duelist who got sick of city life decided to join Ingrid and her two apprentices. She like a loud mouthed Zedirian, which were rare in this part of the world. Izra caught herself in a bad situation that almost resulted in her being sold to three Buccaneers from Mulzan. To avoid another incident like Shylla Thalore, they left Izra with a Loremaster who occupied her time with various tales of these regions.

It did not take very long to find the waterfront, which was located next to some docks and the port of the main city. Against the very edges of the Midatone Cliffs the port city rested comfortably with natural barriers and caves for defensive purposes. One of those caves may have been connected to the sewers some how. Ingrid spotted the large mouth like entrance to the sewers Glanr mentioned. A team of dead explorers lay rotting away to the bones. They looked like creatures from some nightmarish horror story with the flesh still wrapped thinly around the skeletons. Not even fazed by the appearance of these dead fools Ingrid pressed on.

Leading two of her own personal pupils Ingrid had them light lanterns to show the way in the dark. Along portions of the pipe walls were slots for torches, which remained empty or unlit. Ingrid lit each one as they passed one as best they could until they reached a cavern with water in the center. Nothing but rats, and more dead souls occupied the edges. A few snakes were also present just for the rats. Bugs also crawled all over the walls no bigger than a finger. She ignored all this and found tunnels leading further into the sewers and well bellow the main city. Her eyes focused on the ground knowing what ever killed Glanr's people would strike at any moment. They came to a larger cavern that appeared more natural than the usual brick walled or pipe lined walls. Covered in skeletons, swords, gear, guns, other weapons, armor, travelling gear, and other belongings this cavern also had eight large holes. Large bodies of water dotted the floor. She was here.

Ingrid drew her trusty Morning Star, which she had on her back beside the Round Axe she often used. Whatever type of creatures they were going to fight had claws and pincers plus a shell. She intentionally let her footfalls step all over the bones making as much noise as possible. Ingrid had her pupils prepare themselves and to toss some bones into the bodies of water. Each one drew their weapon. Arnier unraveled his halberd which he used as a walking staff. Endril drew her scimitars, but Ingrid shook her head forcing her to draw the retractable spear she carried. Both of them forged their own weapons using the strongest steels, and metals and placed wood in the center for the look. Movement from three large ponds could be seen as three lobster looking creatures submerged. Ingrid grabbed a weapon off the ground and chunked it at the largest one. Not the best course of action, however she wanted to damage it before it could use its claws properly. She had seen this type of creature before along the shores of Nymres, and the Vullanese islands. How one let alone three got here was beyond her knowledge.

All three spotted their intruders and possible meals. Like any monster they pressed forward. Claws came first yet made an easy target for a mace wielding monster slayer like Ingrid. She crushed two of the creature's claws while her pupils moved on the flanks of these creatures. With all their might the students of hers speared at the underbelly of the monsters. Like she had shown them and practiced her apprentices punctured the underbelly of two of these creatures. Her own target had friends which she had to parry away and block using a leg bone. Using both Ingrid managed to crush one of the creature's heads when she pushed a claw down. It shrieked and retreated back letting its flanked brethren attack her. Due to the halberd and spear the other two lost blood from puncture holes. They turned around to attack the pupils exposing their backs which Ingrid went for. She jumped on the closest one's back. With all her might she bludgeoned the face of the creature. Arnier did not hesitate to go for the other one that retreated. He charged with his halberd impaling the head and face. Endril's target wobbled on its legs because of the injuries. It slowly fell on the floor letting out squeaks of pain and suffering. The Dark elf paused watching it suffer with a hint of pity in her eyes.

"Kill It Endril! It has caused too many deaths already!" Ingrid barked at her ripping any thoughts of letting this thing live because of a small squeak. Endril did as he Master commanded and drove the spear into the face of the creature. With a crunch she killed it driving the spear wear the brain was. She tore the spear from the corpse. Arnier had to kick and pull the halberd out with help from his Master.

"Never use the halberd as a charging lance again. Now let's collect our reward." She suggested. Ingrid looked around pondering over something.

"Sverx it, fill up your bags and coin purses. Let's leave almost nothing for these Ashan scum to loot." Like any adventurer, explorer, pirate, buccaneer, treasure hunter, or rogue would the trio collected as much as they could before heading back to Glanr's for the reward.

Mockshah Betrayed

"For three long years we have been under the boot heel of that human monkey!" Ambassador-Quarter Master Yishk Thirsoz the Lizard Pirate affirmed before a meeting of forty eight other pirates who began to have ill feelings towards the Beta Pirate Sultan Mockshah Reaper.

"Started out as a Rogue then moved his way up with hundreds of thousands marshaling, rallying and gathering before him." Palatine Garvos the Troll-Ghan, governor to a cove on a taken moon put in.

"No, no he began his days a warrior at aged four or was it at the infancy stage of his life?" Argno Veepa corrected him.

"Nevertheless how he began his fame across the universe Mockshah lead us all into the maw like sector that is called Un Mahtal Shavadin!" Thirsoz reminded all the pirates who agreed with him.

"My crews shit themselves the moment we landed on one of those moons!" A Dwarf -Goblin growled his large pointy ears and thick beard decorated with piercings, and rings.


"Jerking our chains Mockshah's bitch, 3rd in command, egged us on! While those, those, what were they called again?" Yishk added to the fuel.

"I believe they were called Yangui or Inferno Tribes! Well known in that sector for there fire powers, and dragon mounts." Mistress Aurellia the Goblin-Elf replied to Yishk.

"That cost us too many lives just taking that system!" Veepa slammed a fist on the table.

"Looking around this room I see forty-nine fellow pirate leaders, lords, and rulers with grudges, and grievances against Sultan Mockshah." Yishk pointed out.

"Together we have over 300, 000. That should take away a portion of his forces. However we are not the only ones seeking to mutiny. There are twenty-seven privateer captains, Black-Coat Leaders, War Leader, and Militia Colonel lead 100,000 or more who feel like mutiny." Argno informed the room full of leaders of a future mutiny.

A week passed as the mutineers and over 500,000 pirates leave Mockshah's side. It infuriated Mockshah to no end. He set fire to a ship one of the leaders gave him before gathering as many loyal pirates to his side. Although he was limited to six hundred thousand at one point he had millions under his own Sultanate's Army that were caught off guard by this mutiny. The one hundred thousand others fought against him and the leaders of forty nine. It was a intense fight as the mutineers had brainwashed other brigands, outlaws, slaves, and spawn to their side. During the mutiny Mockshah moved like a god at war slaying mutineers by the scores each time he jumped in. Just twelve loyal pirate leaders leading 1,000 more loyal troops fight to survive while the rest of them scatter. As the mutineers gained control over the crafted pirate cove they surrounded who ever was loyal to Mockshah. As he fought towards his own ship he found there were more loyal pirates willing to protect his ships. Killing his way to one of them he shouted for those loyal to take those ships away. More mutineer factions rose up tearing each other apart as he left to fight another day. 

The Cesspit

Every single day the cesspit outside the Gallic Turoni settlement along the banks of the Loire river. was used.  Yet whenever young and nosy Camula, daughter of the proud Iccalus the Oathsworn, would come dump more waste it was empty. Dumping whatever waste she had Camula returned to the settlement puzzled. She asked around, but no one seemed to know why it was empty. Some say the goddess Matres cleaned out the cesspit to prevent disease from spreading. Others pointed out the rains must have cleaned them out. Several of her fellow Turoni said she must have gone to an unused hole or something. As religious and dedicated to the gods as they were Camula still did not believe the goddess would subject herself to such filth to clean it. For days she sat along the edge of the settlement watching others use it. Each night she fell asleep to find her father had places a blanket on her to keep warm.

Drops of rain woke her up after the fifth day of watching her fellow Gauls go down to the cesspit. They either relieved themselves, threw waste away or tossed broken pieces inside. Each one told her they saw it was getting full with each passing day. One of them assumed worms may have eaten the waste or some time of creature had engulfed it and was not hungry yet. She gave it another try by carrying someone else's waste for them and found it to be empty again. Camula turned around and shouted the cesspit was empty towards her settlement. It was at the crack of dawn too. With all her might she tossed the basket full of waste inside the cesspit as it was starting to break. She turned around again only to hear movement coming from the cesspit. Rocks, mud, sticks, and stones moved around behind her. This paralyzed her to the ground with fear and surprise. It took great effort to move her body she was so scared. When she managed to turn around slowly due to the fear that paralyzed her body she witnessed the cesspit transforming. All the mud, stone, rocks, and sticks moved around into the shape of a mouth and the edges made from bricks, and sticks became arms. Camula let out a horrified scream and tried to make a run for it. The grass, and roots tripped her and wrapped themselves around her. She was pinned to the ground and slowly dragged over to the gaping mouth. Her screams pierced the quiet night air causing the animated monstrosity to shudder and let her go. Whatever magic brought the cesspit to life targeted her for some reason. The moment the grass and roots released her Camula got up and bolted towards the settlement. Rushing her way home into the dark made her pass the settlement and into the bank of the river. Camula stopped and dropped to her hands and knees. As she panted and breathed to catch her breath several mounted figures approached her location. Four torch lights illuminated the figures in a red, orange glow.

Six Audi mounted on horse accompanied by three Romans trotted up to the bank of the river. Camula heard stories about these Romans ever since she was child. She was both fascinated, and terrified at the same time. One of them spotted her causing her heart to sink down in her stomach. Something told her these Romans arrived on behalf of some larger force bent on conquering Gaul. From the bottom of her heart she prayed to the Gods they were only here to feast with them. 

Kashmanol's Reapers

After the Intervention forces pulled out, neighboring states reinforced their borders. More invading factions dropped down for grabs of territory. Eighteen members of this IGC had many rival enemies who fought among each other. Whoever the Nazdar befriended lost a good portion of their Surprise Millions, a name they gave themselves. Intervention Force 1147 had to pull out, but took many enemies with them in the fighting. Now this surprise had different invaders to fight who saw the IGC defeated in this region. Rather than invade the planet as a whole one region appeared suitable to establish a foothold. Agent 22 aka. Blue Fear monitored this new set of invaders armed with large shields, and long rifle staffs.

Landing a force of 200,000 in one area, and 250,000 in another region these Playoi engaged another faction over land. Blemmies (headless race) poured all over the the southern coasts of Kashmanol. They fought the Playoi faction while engaging the remnants of the Surprise Millions. She expected the Nazdar to bomb the whole region in response to these other invaders. When they did not she had to seek out the reasons behind the lack of mass bombing, which was the usual resolution. For months she went into hiding while spying and reporting info to her superiors on Alabaster S V,  a snow planet near sixteen other planets within this galaxy. Using her Chacram weapon, flip daggers, knuckle busters, fists, legs, and body Blue Fear killed at least nine enemies, crushed thirty-three, beaten one hundred thirty two foes to the ground. The ones she did not kill were knocked unconscious. On her screen she looked at the numbers and the factions next to them. Inside her personal mobile outpost that resembles a saucer or upside down bowl with antennas.

Twenty-three different factions landed all over Kashmanol. To survive she had to move around, avoid as much interaction as possible, make some allies, kill or please. She was forced to do certain acts on a number of them that she regretted. Some of these monsters wanted to impregnate her. Using charm and sometimes a little roughness she managed to get out of those situations before things went too far. Looking at the list of twenty-three factions just fourteen of them caused serious problems for the peace, Nazdar conquest, and intervention. Total number of Playoi landing on Kashmanol were put at 450,000 for now. From looking at the size of their ships it was eminent more would come. Another faction that invaded the large area of Kashmanol were the Goblina Realms who landed 1,443,375 grunts. Most of them were armed with long knives, stiletto's, axes, beating batons, and claw weapons. Using their numbers to make up for their small size worked every now and then. She was just fortunate to avoid the nasty space dwelling buggers. Another faction known as the Grayskulled that came with 582,411 total warriors, and what they called "Cleavers" armed with machetes, cutlass looking swords, falchions, sabers, axes, curved blades, and various maces. These factions were the first of the fourteen factions who engaged the remaining millions of the Chaotic Surprise that ousted the Intervention forces. While these factions fought each other and the Chaotic surprise more factions arrived.

Amphibian Collective was one of the main fourteen factions who dropped down with 431, 319 ground assault warrior-troops. Armed with an array of staff weapons, spears, chains, swords, maces, and javelins the Amphibian Collective attempted to seize southeastern Kashmanol along the coast. Some Amphibians had frog like appearances, salamander humanoids, and worms with arms. The rest appeared more like humanoids with whiskers or tendrils around the mouth. Describing the facial appearances were difficult as they varied from figure to figure. She did not like any of these factions due to their interests in conquest and extermination. A natural rival of the Playoi were the Blemmies or Headless Warriors who only sent 21, 980 to take the coast, which brought them into conflict with the Amphibians. Their own little invasion ended with the last of the Headless Warriors drowning in the sea. Blue Fear did not like them very much since they reminded her so much of another race with huge gaping mouths. Those large, mouthed monsters were also allied with these Nazdar.

Looking under the Blemmies were the faction known as the Orcish Assembly who landed on Kashmanol with a mission. On behalf of the Orc of Kashmanol these space Orcs went on a Crusade to save the homelands of these Calornese Orcs. Bringing only 295, 985 on their first Crusade in Calorn these Orcs attacked most of the other factions. She discovered the Orcish Assembly consisted of three planets and five moons, which were also home to various Goblins, Hobgoblins, Trolls, Trows, Orcs, Ogres, and devious Gremlins. Days after they landed two other factions came down around the same time. One of the factions was a human one known as the Lucikes and the other called the Glachi. Lucikes brought 522, 332 and the Glachi Pig like humanoids dropped a force of 410, 428 warrior-slavers. Lucikes, and Glachi fought each other and the other factions the moment they landed. Most of the factions who landed on Kashmanol had reserves. One faction in particular sent a force of 431, 151 called themselves the Eneecami. Everyone else who knew them called them the Thin Beige Scum. More interested in abduction and experiments these thin humanoids came down to fight each faction over the region's fate.

Going through the list she found one human faction called the Ruteni Riders. Much like the horse riders on this planet these Ruteni used lances, bows, spears, javelins, and sometimes guns while riding a steed. A total of 148, 402 Ruteni Riders came down in the hopes of running down everyone in many charges. Blue Fear watched in amusement as these humans attempted to charge down the other factions in force. What out did their tactics were the constant landing of more reinforcements, steeds dying, zero air support or any reinforcements. Two factions came together under the flag of the Gantronese invaders Il-Nappera Bo, and An-Jikinki demons. Exactly 106, 000 faceless warriors landed in the dark whereas 228, 238 and more Jikinki demons attacked the campsites of multiple factions. Whatever these An-Jikininki really called themselves they had a taste for humanoid flesh. Among this entangled hornet's nest she eyed the two factions come came with the smallest numbers. Pirate Circles came with 7, 270 buccaneers, and raiders, and the Amethorians sent only 21 commandos or agents. Just the way the Amethorians moved around sent vibes of a possible intervention by their hand.

Something brushed past her mobile outpost. It startled her causing her to spill her coffee all over her pants. Blue Fear looked out the windows after getting out of the chair. Although it was a mobile structure it still had room to move around easily. To a larger person it would be cramp. Checking each window she wondered if it was just a Waingu, a hoofed native species that resembled a cross between a goat, sheep, and cow only slightly larger than a horse. These Waingu were one of several livestock Kashmanol natives domesticated. They were often hunted in the northern regions by human tribes known as Uxane with a different name per tribe or nation. Looking through one of the clear windows of the trailer sized mobile outpost she wondered if it was one of the other nine factions. Last week she moved her operation closer to the borders of Vaony. It brought her closer to the Nazdar, however her mobile base was disguised as a bush monster the natives left alone. Similar to a turtle with a shell yet had a more Mammal like facial appearance. It's fur covered a hard surface that protected its body allowing foliage to grow on its back. Sometimes a tree would grow on its back.

She wondered if it was the other factions that landed. As reinforcements poured in to Kashmanol new factions showed up. Being this close to the Nazdar borders put her in a state of unease. Some were cultists, evil organizations, mercenaries, nomadic tribes, and devote kingdoms. In the distance she could see members of these factions engaged in skirmishes with each other and the main factions. What she did not like was witnessing more members of this chaotic surprise marched through her location. Fortunately for her there were more slow moving Waingu in the same region of Vaony. Checking the list again she muttered the names and numbers to herself. Darkness of Ibul, some cult-like organization that sent 281, 440 to invade Kashmanol. Behind them came the Brotherhood of Kell that was some wandering cult whose worshipers mustered an army of 51, 936 to send here. The Ivanari, a nomadic like force that stormed in with 666, 566 or more raiders. A kingdom known as Ilitus with the Lion for a symbol only sent 1, 717 or so knights and soldiers to fight the cultists. Alongside the Ilitus warriors were this Dark Fraternity of Knights who sent 124 Elite ones to fight. Their mission was to interfere with the cultists. Coming around the same time was a religious crusading order known as the Priescite who blindly sent 1,823 religious zealots, and 10, 000 Crusaders to convert or kill non-believers. Their intentions were more religious than peaceful eyeing Calorn as fresh meat for their own religious grinder. To her horror one faction was allied to the Nazdar and the Chaotic Surprise, the dreaded Mutant Horde. Made up of 149, 246 horrifying mutations constructed by science, and exposure to hazardous chemical gasses. She found one of these factions very similar to one of this world's demon races, the Demon Clan. Some 228,900 and counting fighters, warriors, Foot soldiers, Crushers, and Treshers launched their assault. The last faction on this list called itself the Fate Of Unity. A large force of 949, 674 Berserkers, Paladins, Adjuncts, Rushers, Elites, Crusaders, Priest-Warriors, Warlocks, Aspirants, Peons, and Marshals made it their mission to bring this area under their ideology of unification. This particular faction had
fourteen planets full of followers bent on uniting the universe under their ideological empire.

As she expecting all these factions clashed over Kashmanol. From the way these factions fought many of them had been rivals, sworn enemies, and currently at war with the others. Looking down again at the pad she held a message popped up saying it was time to evacuate asap. Her information on this world was incomplete. Inside she felt like she had just barely started. Above her shelter an aerial engines punched the silence away as the craft descended on her mobile outpost. Sounds of the craft landing and magnets locking on and parts clamping down on her vehicle shook her a little. For a moment the lights blinked off. A red-orange shade of lights illuminated the interior as the craft lifted her mobile outpost off the ground. On top a hatched opened and a figure poked his head out to welcome her aboard. Blue Fear glared at the figure then punched them out before climbing up to see who came to pick her up. The atmosphere roared around her pick up as it ascended into the air leaving Kashmanol to its fate. Out of curiosity she looked out a window on the side. Her eyes widened with horror and awe at the sight of more than thirty to forty thousand Nazdar Bombers carpet bombing who regions of Kashmanol.